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My biggest worry was that my parents and brother and sister would manage to take my baby away from me. They thought because of my blindness, I should let one or the other of my siblings raise my daughter. It would have been a damn cold day in hell before I let that happen.

My other worries were silly fears that my family had stirred up.

How would I take a baby's temperature? (Turns out there are talking thermometers.)

How would I know if my baby had put something in her mouth and was about to choke on it? (Turns out my ears are well trained to pick up sounds that are out of the ordinary.)

How would I keep my baby safe if we ever left the house together? (I taught her at an early age how to always answer when called to and stay with me, and when she was a new walker, I used a child harness.)

How would I dispense medicine? (I use a syringe with tactile markings on it.)

1 - with my 5th, development of her heart
2 - with my 2nd, size due to gestational diabetes
3 - lack of weight gain. I am an average weight (120 lbs or less pre pregnancy) and only gained 14-22 lbs during my 5 pregnancies

Blood clots. Blood clots in the umbilical cord or placenta that would kill my son. Blood clots in my lungs or heart or brain.
On the other side of that, bleeding to death from my meds.
Delivering safely. After my oldest son had tied his cord in a knot and had to be resuscitated and we weren't sure if he would live, I was just consumed with getting him out safely.
Basically, I just wanted to safely grow a baby and have both of us live.
Pregnancy is not a good time for me.